[In-It] My parents’ great love, I didn’t know when I was just receiving it

# My mother and ginger tea

suffered from a cold these days.

My cough was so severe that I had a sore throat, and I had to blow my nose constantly with a runny sneeze.

I don't go to the hospital well because I'm sick to some extent.

But that day was too bad.

I couldn't have a conversation with a cough that didn't stop.

I came out to the living room in case the baby barely asleep at the sound of my cough would wake up.

It was midnight, so there wasn't a good place to buy medicine, so I opened the refrigerator to drink some hot tea and suddenly thought of ginger tea.

Ginger tea that my mother always boiled when I had a cold.

But when I was trying to boil it myself, I couldn't get any idea what to do.

'Tarreung-' called my mother.

Even though it was late at night, I could hear my mother's excited voice over the handset as if she was happy with her son's phone call.

"Oh, son, is it Uyan? Did you stay for dinner?"

"What time is it now. Of course I ate it."

After answering roughly, I asked him how to make ginger tea.

I put the words of my mother full of worries behind and chewed the ingredients that were given me.

Ginger, tangerine peel, jujube, honey, apple or pear...

There were more ingredients than expected.

But I didn't see a piece of ginger at home.

The mart was also closed, so there were no materials available right now.

'Ah…

What do we do?'

When I searched around the house again, I noticed a yellow citrus fruit in the top compartment of the refrigerator.

I couldn't be so pleased with the citrus fruit that I usually didn't even notice.

When I boiled it with ginger powder and honey used for cooking, it tasted similar to ginger tea.

Somehow, after drinking ginger tea, the cough stopped a bit.

That night I barely fell asleep and headed to the hospital the next morning.

He didn't go out at all, and drank ginger tea that had been boiled along with the prescribed medicine.

I took medicine, dressed warmly, and ate only warm things.

After resting at home for three days, my body recovered a lot.

I forgot to shake off my cold like that.

After a while, there was work and I visited my parents' house.

When I opened the front door, there was steam from the kitchen.

Surely my mother was making ginger tea.

“Son, drink this and quickly Nassara.” Before I even put down my luggage, my mother brought ginger tea, as thick as coffee, on a small tray.

He said "Thank you," and drank the hot ginger tea.

It was like a boil that the taste was so thick that it was incomparable to what I boiled.

Why did ginger tea, which I didn't even look at because it had no taste in the past, felt so delicious on that day?

When I leave the house the next day, my mother wraps me something again.

"Ginger tea, a day I had to take and drink until he heals."

I picked up the thermos and returned home.

When I got home, I had to do the chores that I had put off.

It was 12 o'clock at night.

As I was about to go to bed, I noticed a stupid red thermos on the table.

'Oh right.

Ginger tea!'

I poured it into the cup, thinking about having a drink before going to bed, and the steam came up.

It's been more than 10 hours since I received it, but ginger tea still had the warmth of my mother.

I thought while drinking warm ginger tea.

'Can I be willing to do something that requires a lot of hands on someone?'

I also have a three-year-old child.

She's a lovely daughter, but sometimes it's hard to prepare and clean up.

I prepared the rice very much, but when I use a group because I don't eat it, I really lose energy.

If you give him a snack while saying, "Yeah, eat what you want to eat," he makes a big smile and saves metallurgical metallurgy.

Such a look is cute, but'What did you do so hard that you didn't eat it?

'I often think.

But my mother has been doing that annoying thing every time I get a cold.

Peeling the ginger, peeling the tangerine, and buying an apple from the mart, he added jujube and honey and boiled ginger tea as if it were a sweet herbal medicine.

When I boiled it so hard, my son never had a time to say'thank you'.

'Ah~ I don't want to eat it.

Ginger tea doesn't taste good.

You just have to sleep well with a cold...' I want to squeeze one out.

I don't even know that my grown-up children are grateful, and when I think back about the fact that they used to be in groups like that, I feel hot.

When I think about what I did when my mother got a cold, I didn't do anything.

I didn't make tea or buy me medicine.

All I was told was to dress warmly, so there are no children who are invalid.

I'm really grateful that I couldn't boil ginger tea because I never drank it.

I didn't know when I was just receiving it.

Is making a ginger tea so much laborious?

It was something I couldn't even do alone.

Even if I catch a cold again, I don't think I will drink ginger tea again by myself.

I wonder if I just buy a bottle of Ssanghwatang at a convenience store.

So what if it was for my child?

I think I can do it.

Even if it's cumbersome for my children, I want to make ginger tea myself.

'Oh, my mother must have had this kind of heart too!'

Suddenly, I remembered what my mother used to say to myself.

'If you do half of what you do to your children, you hear the sound of filial piety.'

In the past I didn't know what this meant.

But I think I know when I raise my children.

When my child asks for something, I get up and bring it to me, and if I want to eat something, I go out and buy it without saying anything.

If you ask ten times, "Dad, what is this?", it will answer ten times and wipe all ten times even if you spill ten times while eating.

But what was it like for your parents?

It was me who couldn't even classify against my child.

Maybe Hyo is not as difficult as I thought.

It seems to be a filial piety to give one more call to my parents who are happy with my phone calls late at night, and to make more time together.

"Did you eat?"

I should start with a single call like this.

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